I dont have a shot to get into heaven.
I wont even bother the peregrination to the pearly gates.
St. Paul is going to look down at the list, and wonder why the fuck I even camped
out on the mile long line of do gooders, virgins, people who have succumbed to cancer, the nerdy awkward girl everyone hated and ridiculed in middle school, and all in between.
Me? No,i couldn't even rent a timeshare near the palace of tranquility people aspire to gain entry into so hard during their lifetimes to get into.
It's like a concert everyone wants backstage passes and front row seats to.
Heaven is a concert I won't be attending.
I live my life as savage, ruthless shitbag,and I intend on keeping it that way, kind people aren't funny.
I am the antonym of buoyant.
I am the synonym for cancer.
I'm rightfully going to be evaporate through the floor straight to hell when I die.
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